Right on the swing,
It felt like spring,
High up the ground,
I heard a sound.
Was it a fruit?
Or a child with a flute?
I did hear a cry,
But it was up in the sky.
My friend did tell me,
there lived a man with a goatee,
who always achieved a good rank,
Especially at a prank!
He goes missing when he's blamed,
And is always framed!
He likes to chill, but not always,
For he is mythical,
and dithecal!
PS: The man was all imagined and dreamed.. There is no legend behind this...
